Dragon Ball Z: The Catalyst

by Drakthul

Catalyst: a person or thing that precipitates an event or change. A traditional encounter is changed, and begins a series of events which will alter the fate of millions. From the beginning of the Saiyan Saga forward. Rated T for violence and themes.

88. Chapter 88: Intervention

Disclaimer, in case it wasn't obvious. I don't own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or really any other property. Thank you.

The Cataylst

Act VI

Chapter 88: Intervention.

Trunks:

It was happening again. He'd been watching from above when it looked like his father had killed the Android. It was amazing. In his entire life he'd never seen the machines ever be beaten by anyone, let alone killed. He was doingit, just like he said he would. When the attack went off, he was in complete disbelief, the Big Bang Attack was incredible! It further drove something painful home however. He was right when he'd called him weak, and that hurt.

He'd always wanted his father to be there with him. He'd dreamed of him fighting the Androids and beating them since he was a child. The idea that his father could stop the monsters that haunted his entire life left him proud of his father. The fact that his father was… right about him… that was what caused him this pain. If he wasn't this weak, he'd have beaten them himself. If he was braver, maybe he could have found the strength to stop them. He lived his life in fear and it was the first thing Vegeta saw in him. When his father told him that he was… ashamed… of him…

He could see why more clearly than ever.

"I can't believe it," Tien said, his own voice in disbelief. "Did Vegeta really just put down that Android? Did you see how fast she was moving?"

"Yea! Another one down!" Yamcha laughed. "I can't believe that we're actually doing it guys."

"Vegeta's doing it," Krillin corrected. "Still, better Vegeta than the Androids."

The mood was almost infectious before Trunks looked at Piccolo, Gohan, and Turles. None of them seemed to be buying in on the idea that his father had just beaten another Android. Part of him was angry about it. Gohan and Turles definitely didn't want to think that Vegeta, his father, had achieved something he knew both of them would struggle to achieve. He hated to think that Gohan wouldn't be happy if Vegeta succeeded, but he could see what Gohan really thought of him now, and he didn't want to think that about his father, especially given what he was achieving here.

It was the case of Piccolo that concerned him however, the Namek was impartial, at least in terms of what he'd seen so far.

"You don't think he did it?" Trunks asked Piccolo.

The Namek looked at him before looking back down at the battlefield.

"I saw the blast connect, it was very powerful, however without being able to read their energy, it's hard to say if that machine was actually destroyed," he said. "And if that thing's still down there, Vegeta's ignoring it. That's why we're keeping our eyes on it."

A cold sweat ran down Trunks' brow as Piccolo spoke, turning his eyes towards the ground once again. All of his pride in his father morphed into concern a moment later. If… if that machine was down there, it could ambush him at any moment. As Vegeta approached the other androids again, he felt himself want to jump into action, but knew he couldn't. For a moment, he was about to shout how it was his turn now, now that the previous Android had been destroyed.

But that was when the ground tore apart beneath Vegeta. When the massive violet kick struck, sending energy and his father into the air, he knew he was hurt, right away. His father's ki almost collapsed after the hit landed. His heart raced when a few seconds later, Vegeta plummeted into the ground, before being dribbled like a ball for several seconds.

"We can't just let this happen," he breathed. "They're going to kill him."

"We all know the risks," Turles said bluntly. "Vegeta got in too deep when we should have regrouped. This is on him."

They were going to leave his father to die down there, weren't they? Looking over the others as things started to turn south, Trunks felt himself trembling as he realized not a one of them was going to intervene. They were either too afraid, of they didn't care enough that his dad was going to die down there. They were going to leave his younger self all alone, without a father?

I'm not afraid of them.

He reminded himself as he peered down at what was happening. His father was being killed. That thing was beating him with super speed into the side of a mountain, it was obvious he couldn't fight back anymore and it just kept going. Looking back at the others one more time, he made eye contact with Gohan, slowly shook his head, implying he shouldn't go.

"We can't just let this happen!" Trunks shouted.

"Trunks, if we get involved it could mean everyone getting killed, Vegeta ran off and started this before we were ready. If we can save him after they're done…"

After they're DONE?

That was it.

"Trunks! Wait!"

He ignored him, and that hurt. Gohan had been everything to him in the future, a father figure, a brother, but he couldn't listen to him, not now. His aura burned a second later before he dove down towards the slaughter. He could see her measuring up a kick, aiming it directly at his head, it was going to be the killing blow and he knew it.

NO. NO!

"NO!" he screamed, drawing his sword as he came down on the machine as hard as he could.

A split second before the blade could reach its target, the android noticed him, sidestepping the blade strike as his sword plunged into the ground. His father slumped out of the crack in the rock he'd been in, his body falling lifelessly onto the ground just as Trunks took the opportunity to kick the machine back. Twenty-Two slid along the road towards her 'friends', the other machines.

"Oh look, they broke the rules," Seventeen said, his calm, emotionless tone somehow filled with amusement. "That seems like it was a bad idea."

Nervously, Trunks started to step back, keeping his sword in hand.

Stepping forward, the two shorter blonde Androids started to approach him, together.

"It's only fair if we divide up who gets who, don't you agree?" Twenty-Three asked Eighteen. "I want the boy here, he's just so courageous, it's almost irresistible if you ask me. Or maybe…"

He looked up, looking into the air. Worse yet, 23 seemed to start approaching again as well. Even if he'd done the right thing, he found himself alone, now against all of these Androids. A moment later however, much to his relief, Gohan landed to his side, and Turles landed next to him.

"Fucking kid," Turles almost snarled.

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Android 23:

Now this was getting interesting. Looking back to the command unit, 23 saw Android 17 just smiling, nodding with approval as the pair of them moved forward. The woman would be useful as a combatant, his own scans showed that Android 18 was his superior in multiple ways. Not that he enjoyed being outclassed by a woman, by no means was that something he enjoyed, but he did enjoy winning. So far this had been an example of humiliation for the combatants. The one which looked like Son Goku was the one he wanted to fight the most. It felt familiar, and familiarity was what he wanted.

"I'm fighting the Goku wannabe," Eighteen said simply. "I want to know what it'll be like to kill the real one."

Narrowing his eyes on his comrade, 23 felt himself glare. How ridiculous that she'd take the one that he wanted. What did that leave him with? There was a dumb looking teenager with a sword and an even lower budget Goku knock off. In the distance past there, there was a midget and a pair of normal humans. Maybe he could fight King Piccolo? That would be exciting, wouldn't it? To conquer the conqueror, and because his ears were adorable.

"I want the Namekian."

"He's not involved yet," was quickly pointed out by 22 as she walked past him. "I'm going to kill the swordsmen. I don't like being interrupted."

Well, that limited his options, now didn't it? Sizing up the discount, he continued to walk forward, his one arm swinging as his other held his hip. Stopping nearby him he looked him over. Well, at least he was going to get to fight someone who didn't look half bad. Most of the fun was watching as their confidence turned to the misery of defeat. A slick grin slowly started to emerge over his own features as his scanners examined the male in front of him. Just as he suspected, weaker than Vegeta. If he'd been as strong as the other Saiyan, it might have given him a bit of reason to worry. The fact that he just wasn't very impressive however? That just gave him reason to celebrate.

Combat protocols ran through his feed before he closed his eyes.

"You know, if you surrender, I might even be kind enough to let you live," he lied. "It doesn't need to be as messy as what happened to Vegeta over there."

"I've seen what you things do to people who surrender. I'm not in the mood to beg for my life," the Goku-wannabe said, before his hair sparked upwards and flashed to gold.

The aura that swept around him was like fire as his eyes shifted to a strange blue-green. Just as expected, the potential seemed smaller than Vegeta's. Confidence was a great fuel to run off of, as far as he was concerned. For himself, that was. It was far more enjoyable to fight an inferior opponent instead of an actual challenge. He wasn't one of these battle-starved barbarians, he was a man of culture.

There was a strangeness in him thinking that way, even his processor realized it. Given namely, that he'd not been online long enough to make that deduction. It wasn't the end of the world, by no means, but he'd need to see about running a diagnostic after this was over. Still, notes for later weren't his immediate concern as the Saiyan put up a defensive posture. It was brilliant, at least this one wasn't as arrogant as Vegeta.

When his eyes trailed upwards briefly, he noticed 21 and 24 in the air as well, approaching the lesser warriors. So, it seemed like now was the time to clean everything up. He was going to enjoy having this world as his oyster. After all of these pitiful things were put down, they'd find Son Goku and kill him next. Briefly, he could imagine all the fun they were going to have after this was said and done. Taking another step forward, he saw the other fighter take a step back.

His grin only grew at the reluctance of the other participant.

"You people are so fun to torment; do you know this?"

As soon as he'd said it, 23 almost regretted it immediately. Energy spiked through the air before the other fighter gathered energy in his hands, placing them in quick motion above his head, before throwing them forward.

"Masenko-HA!"

In the flash of energy, he had to make the decision to challenge the beam, or try to avoid it. In order to continue to enjoy himself, 23 decided the best option was of course, to challenge the beam. Throwing both his hands forward, the android's hands slammed into the blast. The edges of his fingers burned for a moment before he cancelled out the wave. Golden light all around him vanished as the beam was dispensed around him. The tactic of sowing terror in his adversaries was a useful one, but there was one small problem.

Looking at his once soft, beautiful hands, he could see the burns on the tips of his fingers. Narrowing his gaze on this petulant creature, he could see the real nervousness and concern showing through, but that didn't excite him as much as he'd wanted. He had expected to cancel out the blast without any trouble at all. The fact the edges of his fingers were burned… it… it hurt, but worse than that. It had marred his beautiful and perfect skin.

"You brat, do you have any idea how long it takes to cultivate good skin health?" he breathed, his anger rising by the second. "I wonder how you'll feel when I peel yours off! You disgusting monkey! Do you know who you're dealing with!? I am not some low-ranking dog, you son of a bitch! I AM GOING TO RIP YOU TO PIECES, DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

In a blitz of motion, 23 charged forward, his face twisted into one of fury and disdain. The Saiyan was shocked by the outburst, and frankly, so was 23. The defense on the other side disappeared, if only briefly as the Saiyan was shocked into disbelief before he came around with stabbing kick, connecting with the inside of one of his legs before dropping the first punch in on his target, smashing him across his soon to be ugly face. When he started to fall back, 23 came back in, striking out at his ribs and face in rapid succession before battering him off the road, axe handle smashing him into the valley to the side of the mountain before diving after him.

I skip King Piccolo and the Goku look-alike and get stuck with this! Ridiculous!

When the body hit the forest floor, 23 followed in, driving his fist into the ground where the young man had been a second earlier, splitting the earth open as he seethed for several more seconds before starting to calm down.

Closing his eyes for a brief second, seeing the Saiyan trying to catch his breath, he started to calm down.

"You've made me very angry. I hope you realize that," he said carefully. "Now, let's see how you hold up."

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Turles:

The blonde-woman was walking towards him, and given the show on display given by the other female android, Turles wasn't stupid enough to think he was going to overwhelm this unit. He wasn't even stupid enough to think he was going to win. Vegeta was stronger than him at the moment, and he wasn't much for playing stupid games when possible. Well, he was about to win a stupid prize, wasn't he? All to help keep these two morons alive, and he wasn't exactly sure he was going to keep them alive, or himself for that matter.

Vegeta got himself killed, or nearly killed and was going to bleed out. The only thing about today that seemed to go well was that Vegeta got what was coming to him. Now the question was going to be how to go forward without him? There was going to need to be some kind of response to these machines that just ran over their years of training.

Screw it, it's best to go out the way he'd lived so far.

"You look strong, don't you?" Turles asked starting to step back. "You know, we don't have to fight, we could be friends. I'm not opposed to that. Think about it. I'll even help you kill Kakarot."

"Aren't you sweet?" she asked, her tone barely shifting yet somehow turning to mocking. "So, you'd leave your friends here to get thrown under the bus?"

"in a heartbeat," he lied. "I'm on vacation on this planet. I've killed whole worlds. I don't mind scouring the surface of this one. I mean, I'm clearly no match for any of you."

To his right, he sensed and saw Gohan throw a gigantic attack at the Android he was squaring off against. It was much weaker than the Big Bang Attack, which told him immediately that it was fairly pointless. Realistically, the best thing he could hope to do was distract this one and move her away from the others. She was still closing in on him when he dropped his guard, trying to feign surrender.

"Come on," he said, opening his arms even. "Can't we just get along? Besides, I'm not a barbarian like that idiot Vegeta. I'd not go out of my way to hit a beautiful woman, of course."

The machine stopped in front of him, giving a fake half smile, he could read it, even if it was a machine. Flattery, clearly wasn't going to get him what he wanted. Or was it? Because right now her arms were crossed, and he was needing to find a way to kill this bitch before she killed him. The cracking sound of Gohan being knocked off the mountain followed him before he heard the purple haired kid get kicked down the street.

"Beautiful? You're really turning up the flattery, aren't you? You know flattery isn't going to get you anywhere."

"Well, flattery's not going to get me in your pants, but it's not supposed to," Turles smirked.

Her face twisted as she reached out to grab him, shoving one foot forward however, he kicked into her right leg, taking advantage of her immediate rage before grabbing her arm and flipping her over his shoulder. When the Androdi's body slammed into the ground, he immediately leaped back, seeing the rage that was brewing below before he hopped several levels higher. He ducked and jetted past several mountain ridges as he took off, trying to gain as much distance as he could.

Rounding another corner, trying to keep himself low to the ground in order to avoid being seen flying, Turles didn't see the palm strike that hit him. He definitely felt it however as his body plunged into the side of the mountain.

I need to make this one slip up. She's susceptible to rage. I might be able to get some headway.

Pulling himself out of the hole he'd made, he dusted himself off as the machine landed in front of him, a look of murder in her eyes.

"I didn't realize Androids could be so emotional," he commented, not taking his eyes off of her. "Not that you're mad or anything."

Her cold gaze gave way to a small smile as she prepared to launch into him. The main thing he needed to do right now was figure out how to make that work for his advantage. What would Kakarot do? Ugh, even the thought of it was disgusting, it wasn't something he could deny. He only had a fragment of time to make this work, and decided on a course of action. Cut the Android in half when she charged him later. So, for now, he needed to play on the defense.

Putting all his power into his speed, Turles zipped upwards as the Android charged him from below, her fist cracking into the rock as he smirked down at her.

"Fast, aren't you? That's impressive. You're just warming up, right?"

The cold gaze that looked up at him got more chilled as her eyes narrowed further. Turles's own smirk started to show as his plan started to come together.

Good.

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Android 21:

Her own chassis was rarely used for combat, but despite being the prototype which was weaker than Androids 22-24, she knew her power was more than sufficient for the task of fighting the human warriors and the Namekian. Android 24 on her flank had left her with increased confidence. Dr. Gero… Android 20, wanted this battle over with as quickly as possible. There was a lot of good facts behind it. If Son Goku's friends were all dead, it would make their job all the easier. Still, it meant leaving Android 16, 17 and 20 behind while she was up here. One concern was that Android 17 may destroy Android 20. Another concern was that Android 16 may be in danger.

Even though it was a ridiculous notion, her mind always went to the safety of that model, before anything else.

Android 24 was the strongest Android of the 20 series, though he was considered to underperform compared to either Android 17 or 18. Still, her creations had their own merits… Dr. Rossa's creations, had their own merits in her eyes.

"I think we should make this quick," Twenty-Four said to her honestly. "I can handle Piccolo, you handle the humans."

When her eyes turned to the side towards the muscular giant, she nodded slowly. Of all of the 20's, 24 was the mightiest because of his amalgamated nature. Multiple people went into making 24, including those starved for revenge against Son Goku, and others who demanded order, and control. The others were great finds because of their ties to the Red Ribbon Army, and their dedication to its ideals, as well as former positions within the organization.

As she hovered forward, her eyes feast upon the four warriors in the air, the green one, Piccolo, was already removing his turban and cloak.

"Destroy Piccolo," she ordered, before smiling like a wolf at her victims. She would make this quick.

Once this was completed, there would be another chance to regain control from 17. Dr. Gero and herself had already been using records onboard between one another to look for old Red Ribbon lab facilities nearby. There they could repair Dr. Gero, and from there they could activate Androids 13-15. The activation of these machines could allow them to regain control, as the only Android theoretically more powerful than 17, outside of 16, was Android 13. There would be a price to pay for this coup.

The malfunction in 17 and 18 also seemed to impact 22, 23, and 24, though how loyal they were afterwards was the question. Seventeen was as much their enemy as any of them. Perhaps eighteen could be salvaged, but she was doubtful. Both of them at best could be put back into stasis for project CELL to utilize. Though there was a question if that project was even necessary once they destroyed Son Goku and his friends.

As she came in closer, the three human warriors all braced themselves, she removed her own glasses, carefully putting them into one of her pockets. She hardly needed them anymore, but it was a habit… she'd never needed them, actually.

Briefly, she felt her mind tick as the processor realized the error in her thoughts. The same issue that plagued Androids' 17, 18, and 22 through 24, also now plagued her. It was the organic component of the brain. That was enough to make her stop mid flight as she looked at the three, letting her combat sequences prepare as her system took into account known techniques from the three warriors in front of her.

"Come on guys," Tien said, his tone hardened with determination. "We're not going to run behind this time. This is our fight."

"Tien, I'm… I'm not so sure we can do this," Krillin whimpered.

Immediately she recognized the two warriors to Tien's flanks were nervous, especially the bald one.

"You're all going to die," she announced, her eyes flashing with excitement. "I'm going to enjoy ripping you all to pieces, limb from limb! I'm going to cut up what's left and feed it into a recycler to use as fertilizer! Do you understand me?! Every last bit of you, used to feed the weeds!"

That was enough to cause them to flinch as she barked at them, before 21 made her first lung forward, disappearing several times before making contact with the first one. Her leg snapped out, hitting Krillin in the side of the head. The human immediately lost consciousness, she could tell, she couldn't confirm if it was a kill or not without further examination. When she turned quickly to the right, she saw the other human preparing an energy attack, Yamcha. Cutting her right hand down, a beam cut through the air on a vertical line. He froze in place, his eyes filled with horror before the body gently started to slide in two, down the middle.

Her grin only increased as she looked towards the last of her challengers, only for her to pause, her eyes going out of focus as she looked past him.

What? What is that?!

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Trunks:

Everything hurt.

It'd not taken long. His word was already shattered into fragments and the Android kept coming. It'd walked right over Vegeta's body as she came for him. It was impossible to get away from her, she was too aggressive and seemed to just break him down. Her fists hit like they were weighted with bricks. The passive look that was on her face told him that she wasn't even invested in the fight. He was just something to be overtaken for her to achieve her real goals. Just keeping himself together was hard. She'd only hit him five times and he was barely standing.

"I won't let you kill him," Trunks managed, tossing aside the broken blade as he prepared for the next onslaught.

"You will, after I kill you first,"was the only thing she said before continuing to walk towards him, her strides being direct, not wasting any time of energy.

A big energy blast was out of the question, it'd just put Vegeta in danger. He needed to think of something, anything… Gohan's power almost vanished a second later, and Turles's was already waning. It too only a heartbeat more for Krillin to Vanish, and he felt Yamcha's power do more than vanish.

It died.

Everything was coming apart in seconds and he knew he was responsible, just as much as Vegeta. He couldn't let his father go. Even now, while he stared at the body, he could barely tell if it was breathing or not. This was where it all ended. Everyone in Gohan's time would be forever forced to live under the boot of the Androids. His life was going to end. The suffering was never going to stop and all he'd done was contribute to it.

I'm sorry everyone, I let everyone down.

It only further added that Vegeta was right about him. If he'd been really brave, he'd have been brave enough to let his father go, rather than do this to everyone. Even as the purple haired assassin prepared to attack, Trunks stopped lying to himself as he slowly lowered his guard.

In a flash of movement, the Android attacked anyway. The first punch landed straight to his stomach, hitting him so hard his Super Saiyan aura vanished before another punch came up, hitting in the side of the head, almost feeling like it'd knocked out of his eyes out. In a burst of pain and speed, he felt a dozen punches land in under a second as he was subjected to what Vegeta had been, before a single round house kick sent him flying back, skidding along the road before sliding to a halt. Blood oozed from his forehead and nose as he tried to pull himself up, looking at his killer as she walked towards him, only to cease moving a few moments into her waltz. She looked up and narrowed her eyes, and the last thing Trunks saw was a flash of movement before he was blinded.

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Android 23:

What fun.

The Saiyan gagged in pain as he pulled its hair back. He'd already broken its arms, and taking it apart piece by piece was providing him with a degree of joy he didn't think was possible. A part of him almost wanted to lick the Saiyan he was so happy. It was the strangest sensation, and there wasn't any program for that, so it was extremely odd.

Dropping him face first into the mud again, 23 rose back up to his full height before kicking the Saiyan in the side as it writhed on the ground, sending the body flying up to the next level once again. When it hit the ground, its broken arms rolled and splayed out as it ended up on its back.

He'd not even needed to use any of his advanced techniques to deal with this one. What a wonderful day today was turning out to be. He even improved his opinion of Android 17 for providing them with all this plentiful sport. Even if the bus trip was going to be boring, he could at least say that he got to kill a few people, and destroy a Saiyan warrior. His sensors down the road picked up several disturbances before he returned to his focus on the soon to be dying Saiyan in front of him. Really, this operation would be great for him to take over.

If this command wasn't in the way, preventing that.

Really, if Android 17 found a way to die at some point soon, then he would be free of all outside command. They all would be, and that was when the real fun could begin. He imagined himself surrounded by a vast army of slaves, waiting on him for his ever wish. There could be human-puppets he tortured for the fun of it, and that was before he started to get into his more interesting tastes. Hedonism was his favourite pastime, after all.

Or it was… no wait… strange.

How could it have been his favourite pastime if he never engaged in it? Well, beyond the torturing of this weakling. Its hair went back to normal, and that made this entire encounter more disappointing, truthfully. He liked blondes more, blondes were more fun, after all. He openly snickered as he approached the raggedly breathing victim. When the ground rumbled briefly, and his sensors went awry for several seconds, that was enough for him to stop his advance. A scream echoed out through the air a second later, but it was cut short. It was female?

What the Hell is going on up there?

Looking up, he only saw a stunned three eyed warrior looking ahead in complete disbelief.

Narrowing his eyes on him, he turned his head to his left, preparing to finish his business before he heard the thundering noise of two bodies crashing into the street, much closer to the other Androids. Turning again sharply, he saw the two clouds of debris and a shocked looking Android 17.

What? What was that?

Sensors began reading over the situation, and he could see Colonel Vio… Android 22, looking around frantically as well, even when she had the boy at her mercy.

Something was happening. Something that he hadn't noticed. Looking up again, and scanning the valley and area, his sensors didn't pick up anything except for the distance power of Turles engaging with Android 18.

When Android 20 pointed at him, he blinked, before the other Androids looked as well, all of them looking startled. What? Was it something he'd done? Did they want him to finish off the Saiyan?

"Behind you!" Twenty-Two shouted.

Turning around, 23 saw a wall of muscle standing there, before a pair of black eyes peered down at him from above his own height. What the Hell? How the Hell did he sneak up on him like that!? Leaping back and skipping several times off a handstand, 23 stopped next to 22, his heart racing as he analyzed his sensor data, trying to pick up what he missed. In the distance he could hear the half dead warrior just murmur…

"Piccolo?"

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Author's Notes:

Next up, Chapter 89! I'll be posting that next weekend.

Short, I didn't want to go too far into detail in this chapter. With the Corona going on, I hope this entertains those of you who enjoy reading it. :)

Reviwers:

Blades of Fury: Yea, I enjoyed coming up with an attack for 22. Hopefully I can get a few more.

Maximussj: I really enjoyed writing it. I especially enjoyed when she beat the Hell out of him at the end. Lol.

Pyromania101: All of them are in fact, stronger than Vegeta. Outside of 21.

FabDuwangIsFab: That's the case with 90% of Vegeta's battles, lol.

Guest1: Oh, he 100% had it coming.

Luke: Next chapter's going to veer things in a pretty big different direction. And yes, Corona is scary :\

Anon: I wouldn't expect Vegeta to learn too quickly, he's too proud. These moments give him glimpses into the truth, but they're often then concealed by his inability to accept his failures.

Guest2: The next original fight is up next. I think you guys will love it.

Perfect Carnage: It really couldn't have. Lol

Transformer's G1's-Prime: Everyone gets screwed up… Just wait until 89, lol.

Instinct: Raditz being here was originally part of the plan, like years ago, but then I decided as I approved this part, that it's just not his time to get that yet. But, don't worry aobuti t. Raditz's day is due. Lol

Thomas-The-TMC: I really loved writing 22's fighting style again. Especially the way she just moved around what Vegeta was trying to do.

RulesofNature626: 22 got revenge for Violet, Violet's dead. Though I suspect that 22 wouldn't consider beating Vegeta up the full extent of her revenge, lol. And yea, I agree with you, Raditz's relationship with Violet was pretty toxic, but it was what set him down his journey, really.

DarkFalconZ: What a day, what a lovely day!

RedHunter87: Piccolo is in his place now. :D

ThePowerfullKira: Thanks!

Super Mystic Gohan: Yea, I love the part where she just says "You killed me" and just lays into him. Was my favourite part to write in the whole chapter.

TheItchyCocoon: Android 23's got a lot in common with Blue. I'd say he's the most like his original counterpart…

Kacarrot: Yea, 22's a brawler, definitely. I based a lot of how she fights in my head on more modern fighting styles, just closing in and beating the hell out of her opponent. Less flash for the most part, and more just brutality, lol. And the Murder Kick is a kick that connects with something, and then unleashes a massive wave of energy through the target.